The first thing Isla noticed was how unusually cold everywhere felt as though she was locked in a freezer.
It slithered against her skin as though it was trying to lull her into a permanent sleep. She felt it all over her like a whisper of death and she snapped her eyes open. She was no longer with her parents. Everywhere was so dark and suffocating. Isla wondered if it was night time or if everywhere was dark from the lack of light. Strange drawings and markings were etched on the glowing walls. It looked like a message but it was written in a strange language. The smelt of old blood and smoke.
Her wrists were tied around the armrest of the stone chair she sat on. More ropes crossed around her chest and stomach tying her to the back of the chair. She struggled against the restraints but it only caused the rope to dig into her skin. She stopped struggling when she realized that it was going to help her.
